Flynn


Name: Flynn Criofan (It means red haired fox in gaelic)
Race: Fair folk
Age: Older then the hills and younger then the moon.
Height In human form he's about 5'5''. Other then that he can be as small or large as he wants. Size is a relative concept to the fair folk.
Eye/shape: The color shifts but it's usually a dark blue. Narrow and expressive.
Hair/style: Red. Wild and untamed, tends to stick up weirdly and seems to have a mind of it's own.
Face: Long with a pointed chin and smallish nose. His ears are at a slight point but nothing too noticeable. Wide grinning smile with extremely white teeth. Lots of freckles all over his face and body.
Body: He's small and built with lean muscles and a tight stomach. He's surprisingly strong and quick. Small hands and feet which he finds rather embarrassing. 
Occupation: Part time fiddle player. Full time mischief maker. 
History His history his unclear and he likes to keep people guessing about it.
Personality: Flynn is an out going adventurous kind of fellow. Loves a good joke and laughs a lot. He's a pretty sweet guy to most people although like every good Irishman he has a bit of a temper. He's clever and crafty and is pretty sneaky.  He loves to meddle in peoples business and finds delight and creating minor chaos. Despite that he's a pretty dandy lad.
Relations: Good friends with Peter and was very good friends with Mayble's mother. She lived in the same town that he liked to hang around. 
Talents  Just your average fair folk. Or so he'd like you to believe. Can make things disappear. mild telepathic talents and the ability to shape shift into a small red fox. He's really very powerful and his true person is yet to be known. 


Screenname: [Crankychangeling]
Name: Flynn Criofan
Race: The Fair Folk. He looks and sounds Irish.
Age: Older then the hills and younger then the moon.
Description: In human form he's about 5'5''. Other then that he can be as small or large as he wants. Size is a relative concept to the fair folk. He has wild untamed red hair and eyes that are constantly shifting between various colors of blue. His face is long with a pointed chin and smallish nose. His ears are at a slight point but nothing too noticeable. Wide grinning smile with extremely white teeth. Lots of freckles all over his face and body. He's small and built with lean muscles and a tight stomach. He's surprisingly strong and quick. His hands and feet are small which he finds rather embarrassing.
Personality: Flynn is an out going adventurous kind of fellow. Loves a good joke and laughs a lot. He's a pretty sweet guy to most people although like every good Irishman he has a bit of a temper. He's clever and crafty and is pretty damn sneaky. He's the king of smooth talking and can talk his way out of most situations. He loves to meddle in peoples business and finds delight in creating minor chaos. Despite being a thief and a sneaky little bastard he's a pretty dandy lad.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Fast, crafty, and smart. He's fair folk so he can enchant people, make things disappear, has mild telepathic talents and the ability to shape shift into a small red fox or a large black raven. He's good with hand to hand and close range weapons like knives, and while he may not be all that strong he uses his speed well.  He can not hold his drink at all and he's really not the best with guns. He has pretty bad aim. 
History: His history his unclear and he likes to keep people guessing about it.
Bounty Amount: 20k + 
What their rap sheet says: Grand Theft

Respond to this as your character, IN character, like you were roleplaying:

"Hey buddy," the bartender said as his tavern grew quiet with the sudden realization of the bounty in their midst. "We're not Hunted-friendly. Nothing personal, but I got a business to run; hard enough without fights breaking out in here. Finish your drink and then hit the road."

Flynn looked up for his pint Guinness with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk as be pulled off his cap and placed it on the counter. "Now, Tom. I've been comin' here for a good long while and we've never had us any problems. Surely you can ignore it just this once."

Realization dawned in Tom's eyes as he recognized the little Irishman. "They've been crackin down lately Flynn." He looked slightly shameful as be picked up a few glasses from the counter and started to put them away. "If they find out we're serving Hunted they could close us down. This is my life we're talking about. I couldn't afford that."

Waving his hand to cut Tom off, Flynn picked up his cap and put it on, covering up most of his red hair. "Alrigh' alrigh'. Don't waste your breath Tom." Reaching out he took one last swig off his beer. "Good luck to ya." And without a look back he left the bar.